Even in a commoditized society, it seems that my production of content — that complicated process of stringing thoughts together to make a cogent idea spring to life — is worth $0.00. Evidently, makers of soda and shoelaces have more to contribute than I do.
I guess maybe it’s that I don’t produce “things.” Abstractions like similes and metaphors don’t really count since I’m not physically contributing to our Great Society. Unlike, say, hedge fund managers and financial gurus who actually create… I was going to say wealth, but I’m not so certain about that anymore.
